Classic Poem

1.

Arise, ye people, clap the hand,
Exulting strike the chord:
Let ev'ry Isle, and ev'ry Land,
Confess th' Almighty Lord.

2.

How awful his mysterious Name!
How high advanc'd his Seat!
Who bids the Nations own our claim,
And casts them at our feet.

3.

He to our lot a Land assign'd,
His favour'd Jacob 's boast,
And blest with gifts of various kind
Her health-incircled coast.

4.

Hear, while the shouts wide-echoing round
Th' ascending God proclaim,
The answ'ring trump through Heav'n resound,
And shake its vaulted frame.

5.

Sing to our God; in loudest strain
Perpetual praises sing:
O'er Earth's wide bounds extends his reign;
O praise our God and King.

6.

Prepare, prepare, with tuneful art,
In one assembled throng,
Your shares of harmony to part,
And raise the Heav'n-taught Song.

7.

His sway the Sons of human kind
With humblest homage own;
And Sanctity with pow'r combin'd
Supports his lasting throne.

8.

Kings from afar conven'd behold,
Whose breasts with zeal have glow'd,
Among the tribes to stand inroll'd,
That bow to Abraham 's God.

9.

For He, whose hands amid the skies
Th' eternal scepter wield,
To Earth's whole race his care applies,
And o'er them spreads the shield.